Disclaimer: Don't own it.

Author's Note: IMPORTANT! Basically, guys, this chapter is about what happened all the days Lilly was NOT at school and what happened that led up to her telling Miley. She's telling Miley all this, but it's more fun to write it as though it just happened :). Told you this would be a lot longer :). Hope you all enjoy!

Chapter Seven

Sunday

Lilly got home whipping her eyes dry. She hated walking out on Miley; she hated how that dream had to occur. However it was just a dream, and Lilly just had to recollect herself and thoughts and she'd be okay again.

Monday

Walking into her house quietly, her mother was sitting on the couch. "Oh, Lilly, I'm so glad you're home, I have wonderful news!"

"You got a boyfriend?" Lilly asked jokingly, feeling a little better from the previous day. She still couldn't help but feel awkward around Miley, even though she truly didn't want to. The blonde hated how she actually denied going to the Hannah Montana concert, but, feeling better about herself and everything that happened, she thought she could call Miley and still be able to go.

"Yes!" Her mother squealed childishly and hugged her daughter tightly.

The blonde smiled. "Who's the lucky man?"

"You're father! Him and I got back together!" She squealed loudly again.

The blonde's heart dropped.

Tuesday

"Help me get this shit in," her father threw his bags down on the ground. The blonde had to skip school that day to help her father move in. He sat down on the couch and put his feet on the table. "Where's your mom?"

"She's at work. That's why I'm stuck here." The blonde mumbled, grabbing a suitcase and throwing it in her mother's room. "I want to be at school with my friends."

"Yeah, 'cuz I'm oh so sure you have friends. Grab this other fuckin shit, hurry up."

Sighing, Lilly took his belongings and put them in his bedroom. She glanced at the clock; it was only eleven o'clock. If she wanted to, she could still make it to school and say she overslept.

The blonde really wanted to fix things with Miley.

"Alright, well, I think I'm gonna go to school." Lilly said, grabbing her backpack and slinging it over her shoulder.

Her father stood up and looked at her. "You're not goin' anywhere. You gotta help me move in."

"I already brought your bags to your room. I know you're perfectly capable of unpacking them yourself." Lilly turned to walk out the door when suddenly she felt a strong tug on her backpack and felt herself flying backwards into the wall.

"Guess things never change, do they?" She asked coldly, staring at him with no fear in her eyes.

"Guess they never do." He struck her face with the back of his hand and stared. "Now, where were you going?"

"To you're bedroom to unpack your clothes."

"That's what I thought."

Friday

Thankfully her father wasn't home for Wednesday and Thursday. He was back at his house, working on moving all his other belongings to his ex-wife's house. Unfortunately Lilly was unable to go to school those days, including today, simply because her face was completely swollen and she didn't want to get questioned about it. When seen by her mother, the blonde said that she and her father were playing catch with a ball and he pitched it to hard and hit her right in the face.

Sitting her bedroom, she looked at a picture of her and Miley, and smiled slightly. God, I wish I could tell you the truth, Lilly thought, putting the picture on her lap and dangling her legs slightly.

Suddenly the door swung open, and the blonde jumped. Her father stood at the door, eye lid half open, leaning against the door sill for support.

"Great," she muttered, clutching the picture tighter. "Have you been drinking?"

"What's it to ya?" His words slurred together, giving the blonde a horrible flashback. "Make me somethin' to eat. I'm fuckin' starving."

Doing as she was told, the blonde slipped past her drunk father, who had a strong scent of vodka on him, and headed towards the kitchen. A few moments later he stumbled into the room, holding something awkwardly.

"Who the hell is this?" He questioned, shoving the picture that the blonde just held into her face.

"My best friend." Lilly snapped, snatching the picture away from him.

"You don't have one, you fuckin' liar!" He screamed, inches from her face. In his right hand he held a beer bottle, which he immediately threw onto the ground and it shattered.

"Oh shit!" The blonde immediately covered her eyes as the glass flew everywhere. Shards got into her legs. Lilly couldn't help but think that this was the worst day to wear shorts.

Legs bloody and heart pounding, Lilly took out leftovers for her father, shoved them in the microwave, waited four minutes, then opened the door. Knowing it was still cold the blonde smiled, carefully trying to step over the glass. Basically throwing the meal at her father, she grabbed her picture, and left the room.

Sunday

Lilly sat in the bathroom and rolled up her pant legs carefully. The swollen cheek she had disappeared but the cuts on her legs didn't seem any better. On Saturday her mother and father went out for the whole day, and came home around midnight. The blonde had pretending to be asleep simply so she wouldn't get disturbed.

Carefully getting rubbing alcohol, she poured it on a towel and gently rubbed her leg. It stung; but the blonde decided to ignore the pain and get it over with. "Damn that drunk bastard," Lilly mumbled, wincing at the stinging.

After they were clean, she put everything back the way it was. Sniffling slightly, she washed her hands and opened the bathroom door.

It happened to fast for her to grasp what happened. The moment she opened the door she felt a disturbingly strong force on her face, and she flew backwards on impact.

"What the hell were you doing in there?" Her father asked cruelly, his fist still slightly in the air.

"You punched me 'cuz I was in the bathroom?" Lilly asked in disbelief, struggling to get up.

"You took to long. Now what were you doing?" He demanded, stepping forward into the bathroom.

"Washing my face." The blonde spat, moving away from him. "Now I'll leave."

Lilly couldn't even blink her eye without feeling pain.

Tuesday

Lilly officially decided she hated how she was missing school simply because she was covered in bruises and cuts. Her father had some sort of meeting yesterday and was gone, but the blonde still had to stay home because she didn't want her face to draw attention to anyone.

Especially a certain Miley Stewart.

Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was four o'clock in the afternoon, and her mother would be home in two hours. Finally, a day where the teen and her father didn't get in any sort of physically fight or scream attack.

Or, so she thought.

"Lillian! Get your ass down here." Sighing dramatically, the blonde got up and headed downstairs.

"Did you tell your mother you and I get in fights?" He questioned, eye wide.

"No?" The blonde tilted her head in confusion. "Why?"

"Because something tells me she knows, and I think you told her, you little bitch!" He ran up to shove her against the wall, but Lilly thought quickly. She dodged and stayed low, attempting to run up the stairs to get away from him. Just as she was getting to the top step, she felt a yank on her left ankle, and suddenly, she found herself rolling down the stairs and skidding on the floor, legs aching and face bruised.

This was unbelievable and completely unrealistic. How could anyone abuse his or her own child so much for no reason? The blonde attempted to get up, but the attempt was a failure. Her arms were to weak to move, and Lilly swore she thought her leg was broken.

"Don't you ever. Walk away. From me." He picked up her by her collar and held her two inches from his face.

"Yes sir."

Thursday

On Wednesday, Lilly stayed home yet again. But today, she covered her face in foundation and put on her best smile. Unfortunately, Miley saw right through.

Sitting at the dinner table, the blonde's mother inspected her daughter up and down.

"Lilly, are you okay?"

The blonde spazzed on the inside for a moment. She glanced at her father, who was staring her down, with eyes screaming, 'If you say something, I'll fucking beat your ass.'

"Yeah, Mom, why do you ask?" Lilly asked innocently, chewing on a piece of bread.

"Oh, I don't know. You seem a little out of it lately. Maybe it's because you haven't been going to school?"

"Yeah, I think that's it too." The blonde nodded. "But you know me, I'm an idiot. Ever since I fell down the stairs the other day I feel kinda whatever. I think I'm going to skip school tomorrow, and then start going again on Monday. Is that okay?"

The blonde's mother nodded and smiled. "Really, Lilly, you need to be more careful. Falling down the stairs, slamming your eye into the door knob when you were reaching down to get the mail, you've just been abusing yourself all over lately."

The blue eyes met her father's dark, heartless gray eyes for a split moment. The tension was high and the anger was strong.

"Yeah," the blonde said slowly, breaking the horrid eye contact. "I'll be sure to be more careful."

Friday Night

Pulling up her pant legs yet again, the teen scanned her legs. Looking slightly better, she smiled. However, the thought of Miley kept creeping back into her head, causing tears to form to her eyes. Tonight had a strange vibe about it. Shivering slightly, the blonde rolled down her pants again and opened the door.

Just like before her father stood at the door, deeply smelling of alcohol and cigarettes, eyes not focusing right.

"Move, I'm going to sleep." She grunted, attempting to move past the man.

"No, just stay in here for two minutes."

"I'd rather not."

"Two minutes, that's all I need." He turned towards the door and locked it. Lilly's heart started pounding loudly.

He came up to her and wrapped his hands around her waist. Struggling to get free, she realized she couldn't; he moved his hands down the tip of her jeans, then completely over her rear-end.

"How you doin'?" He asked seductively, breathing hard and rubbing his hands all over her.

Unable to think straight, the blonde only could mutter one word. "Stop."

"I just need two minutes." He put his hand up her shirt and felt her chest, moaning ever so slightly.

"Stop." It was the only word she was able to say, and the only word coming to her mind. Ever attempt to move she made he stopped her.

He went down lower to her pants and took her belt off. Feeling light headed the blonde struggled to think. "Stop, please." She knew he was a drunk. This was disturbing in every way. This was her father, and he had raped her. This was her father, and he abused her. This was her father, and he was touching her.

Lilly felt her pants reach her ankles. "Please, I'm begging you, stop."

"We got time."

No matter how hard Lilly struggled, he got what he wanted. Thankfully, he didn't rape her again, but probably the closest thing to rape in the entire world. Suddenly, however, she noticed he was undoing his belt. While he was distracted, she yanked her pants up and shoved him into the sink, fumbled with the door, and ran down the stairs.

She slipped on the hardwood floor at the bottom of the stairs. Her eye slammed into the light switch, and almost immediately the blonde knew it was screwed up. "Where the fuck are you going?" He yelled fiercely. She heard the bathroom door open and then she realized she had no time. Grabbing her shoes desperately she ran out her front door, tears pouring down her face, only one thought running through her head.

Miley, I have to tell Miley.

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